Me laying in bed all night thinking about my parents dying… my man wakes up and goes “you know what I thought about all night… buying baseball cards” LMAO
I was pumping my gas and my man said… “what are you doing, get the hell in the car” so like yea that really turned me on bc why tf am I pumping my own gas … silly
Does anyone else feel a ridiculous amount of guilt for doing nothing on their days off. All my body wants to do is rot on the couch but my brain has this super unrealistic expectation that I can organize my entire home in one day.